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Travel notes of Laodong Miao Village in Laodong Miao Village

It is said that you must visit a Miao village when you come to Fenghuang. For this reason, a few of us chose a small Miao village not far from the ancient city of Fenghuang. There are about 140 households in the village and it is 1 block away from Fenghuang. hours drive. Xiaozhaizi can be regarded as retaining the relatively original characteristics of the Miao village. The village only received electricity in 2000 and a road leading to the outside of the mountain in 2002. It began to receive tourists from all over the country in 2004. Most of the people here are named Ma. The tour guide who received us is from this village. We call him Ma Dao. He was a young man who told us jokes and talked about the Miao people's evil spirits along the way, which made everyone very happy.

As Ma guided us, we boarded a motor boat and drove slowly on the flat lake. The flat lake, like a mirror, had slight waves due to the rowing of the boat. The mountains and trees on both sides were reflected in the crystal clear lake. When the boat approached the mountain, we all wondered if we were in Guilin. The mountains and water were exactly the same. Suddenly my friends all exclaimed, and I looked into the distance and saw a group of wild ducks waving their wings on the lake and trying to spread their wings to the sky. These lovely elves were playing among the green mountains and green waters, bringing a sense of tranquility to the valley. A hint of anger. After more than 40 minutes, Director Ma said to us apologetically: "Since it is the dry season now, we can't move on. Please follow me for a while."

In Director Ma Under his leadership, a group of 19 people followed him through a rugged trail. Everyone held hands along the way, supporting each other uphill and downhill. 19 people came from different places, but they met in Fenghuang and went to Laodong together. We all said it was fate. After we walked through the uneven path, we suddenly turned into a large rocky beach. Director Ma said that because of the low water, ships could not come here. On this rocky beach, many of us stopped to take photos because the natural scenery is so beautiful.

When everyone was resting in a thatched hut, they discovered that 60% of the group of friends were Cantonese, the remaining 2 were from Beijing, and 5 were from the three northeastern provinces. Everyone learned some simple Miao language from Director Ma, and the pronunciation seemed not too difficult to understand. However, Director Ma said that all guests coming to the Miao Village can now speak Mandarin, because most young people of the Miao ethnic group can speak it. When asked about the current costumes of the Miao people, Director Ma gave us a disappointing answer: "Young people basically wear Hanfu, and they only wear Miao clothes during major festivals." It seems that the role of sinicization plays an important role in any society. Ethnic minorities all play an inestimable influence.

After a short rest, we started again. Since most of the people in the team first went to Zhangjiajie for mountain sightseeing and then came to Phoenix to play in the water, they all showed signs of physical weakness. A young man who was traveling with me said to a friend along the way: "I thought I could have a good rest when I came to Phoenix, but who knew that my legs would still feel as weak as Zhangjiajie's when I walked there? How come I can't live with myself like this!" Indeed, This section of the road is really a bit long, especially the hillside we climbed just before the village. It was long and steep. If we stopped, it would hinder the progress of the friends behind us. If we didn't stop, our legs would be unbearable. Director Ma kept saying in front: "Come on! We're almost there." He told this lie from the moment we stepped ashore, and until now, no one believed him. "Look, that's the bandit's cave." Following the direction that Director Ma pointed, there was a dark cave on the right side of the mountain with a lot of weeds at the entrance. According to reports, the canyon we were walking through was the only way to enter the Miao village, and a group of bandits lived here, specializing in robbing goods. Everyone took pictures in front of the cave and said that if they no longer have jobs, they will come here to become bandits.